Mad Fei (2)

In the next second, Huntelaar's sword pierced into his opponent's right chest, and his opponent's fist also smashed onto his abdomen.

"This young man is crazy! He is trading injury for injury!" this is the first thought that came into Huntelaar's head.

After that, this No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire was no longer able to think.

Pain!

It was too painful!

Never in his life did he think that the fist of a star-level warrior could bring so much pain and damage to his body. He felt like this level of pain shouldn't exist in this world! As if it was a curse from hell that was able to suck away all of his strength, he wasn't even able to move his finger at this moment as the pain caused his nervous system to enter an overload.

"Puff!"

The huge force from Fei's fist immediately torn the scars on Huntelaar's body, and all the old wounds that were half-healed all opened; blood spurted out of the numerous small wounds like fountains.

Although it seemed like his ape-like huge body could never bend, it bent subconsciously like a boiled shrimp and twitched violently at this moment.

Then, tear rushed out of his eyes as well uncontrollably.

The sour stomach juice mixed with the blood in his throat as they were puked up.

These were all automatic reactions of a human body after the abdomen was struck forcefully.

One Punch!

There was only one punch!

However, the physical strength of a level 84 Barbarian was huge.

Although Huntelaar was a Moon-Class Elite who was stronger than most warriors, he still couldn't defend against this punch.

His body bent, and he kneeled on the ground as he covered his stomach in pain; the scene looked no different to a normal street fight.

The No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire temporarily lost all of his combat abilities.

On the other hand, his sword pierced through Fei's right chest.

The blade was still stuck in Fei's body, and blood flowed out of the wound slowly and stained his blue robe.

"Who the fu*k is the ant? Who the fu*k is the dragon?"

As if he couldn't sense any pain, Fei grabbed onto Huntelaar's hair like a madman and dragged this Moon-Class Elite to the Combat Weapon Heavenly Sword as if he was dragging a sandbag. He sneered, "Too bad that my heart is to the left of my chest and not the right. You dumb idiot! Fu*king No.1 Swordsman, fu*king Moon-Class Elite. Like everyone else, you would puke if you drink too much and you would feel pain after getting hit! Hey, act haughty again! Act superior again! Huh? Fu*k you!!" Fei shouted.

Pia! Pia! Pia! Pia!

Fei immediately slapped Huntelaar on the face four times without holding back his physical strength, and Huntelaar's face swelled, and a few of his teeth flew out.

The head of the No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire soon looked like a pig head, and his mouth was so swollen that even his light breaths sounded loud.

Fei wasn't satisfied with taking down the opponent with one strike.

He felt like something exploded inside of him and he was burning.

He threw all that temperament of a king and aura of a noble to aside.

Fei needed to vent his anger!

He needed to vent his anger using the most brute, wildest, and most direct way!!

For a moment, that thin and straight figure was ultra-clear in his mind, but Fei knew that he won't ever see that fatherly figure again. He knew that he couldn't do anything about it, and that frustration made him feel like it was lava flowing through his body and not blood. He felt like there was a volcano in his heart that was about to erupt.

Everyone was quiet as they watched this crazy king.

The 40 warriors from Martial Saint Mountain, the 300 Royal Guards, Tanasha who was sitting in her magic carriage, elite soldiers from Imperial Patrol, soldiers from all the battle legions, all the citizens of Zenit who were still circling around the area, and even Amauri and Costakarta who were enemies to Fei were all shocked by this crazy scene.

Especially Amauri and Costakarta; for a moment, they even forgot to help Huntelaar. You can't really blame them; the fight was too fast! No one expected that the king of Chambord was able to win using one strike.

After the fight was over, their warrior instincts told them that they weren't facing a human but an angry Holy Dragon that was able to destroy the world!

Some people were feeling bad for the No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire. At the moment, he was experiencing unbearable shame. To a Moon-Class Elite, being dragged around by his opponent in front of thousands of enemies and two of his peer was worse than being killed.

However, the 40 warriors from Martial Saint Mountain were excited as their eyes lit up; they all wanted to kill Huntelaar to avenge for Krasic, and seeing him being shamed like this was very thrilling for them.

This special and unique king's simple and barbaric battle style ignited the fire in many people's hearts!

Blood was boiling!

Souls were burning!

Puff!

A dash of blood spurted out of the wound.

As if he couldn't sense the pain, Fei grabbed onto the handle of the sword and slowly pulled it out of his body.

Tink!

After the sword was pulled out, Fei threw the sword onto the ground causally and completely ignored the huge wound on him that was still bleeding.

At this moment, no smile could be seen on Fei's face. His red eyes locked onto Amauri and Costakarta as he let out a beast-like roar. Then, a series of afterimages appeared in the air as he dashed at them.

He was going to fighting two Moon-Class Elites at the same time!

One star-level warrior VS. two Moon-Class Elites?

"Is he crazy?"

The 40 warriors from Martial Saint Mountain and some of the Royal Guards wanted to charge after him to help; after all, although they were both injured, Amauri and Costakarta were Moon-Class Elites who could kill tens of thousands of people alone.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Before these people could react in time, a series of colliding and piercing noises sounded.

As the three figures collided into each other, powerful energy waves expanded outward and knocked everyone back.

After a split second, the three figures separated.

Silence reappeared.

Soon, people started to gasp as a scene that they could never forget sealed into their souls.

There was one blade in the king of Chambord's right shoulder; it cut into him so deep that it almost chopped his entire right arm off. On the side of his waist, there was also a deep wound that also chopped him in half horizontally. Blood jetted out of the two wounds like fountains, and they quickly stained his robe and the land he was standing on. Looking from afar, it looked like a lot of roses were blossoming.

However, despite the fact that he was severely injured, his back was straight as a spear, just like Krasic.

Beside him, both Amauri and Costakarta were repeating the actions that Huntelaar just performed when he fell onto the ground.

The two Moon-Class Elites covered their abdomens with their hands subconsciously as tears, drools, nasal mucus, and blood dripped down their faces. They wanted to fight back, but the severe pain even made breathing difficult for them.

Fei was panting.

Just like what he did before, he slowly raised his left arm and pulled the blade out of his right shoulder. Blood instantly gushed out of the wound, and he was hit with the pain and the dizziness. However, he gritted his teeth and held himself back from making any noise; at the moment, he felt like only pain could make him feel better mentally.

Barbarian Skill – [Iron Skin].

It improved the Barbarian's overall defense.

Since the three Moon-Class Elites were injured and could only use about 50% of their strength, Fei betted this skill and the Barbarian's naturally strong vitality as he used the most direct method to take the three Moon-Class Elites out.

Although the three Moon-Class Elites were a lot stronger and a lot tougher, the abdomen region was still one of the weakest areas on a human body. By taking on the risk of being chopped in half, Fei did what he had to do to complete the task.

This crazy and insane battle style weakened the burning sensation Fei was feeling as if it was vented off a little.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Using the blade that he just pulled out of his shoulder and still had his blood on it, Fei cut the tendons and ligaments in the three Moon-Class Elites' arms and legs and destroyed the six most important energy channels in their bodies mercilessly. After that, he threw the blade on the ground and panted as he sat down without caring about his image and started to treat the wounds on his body.

"You... kill me, kill me!..." Amauri didn't want to be shamed like Huntelaar, and he shouted loudly as he struggled. He had no power anymore; this punishment was worse than killing them in the eyes of the warriors.

Fei looked at him coldly as he opened his mouth and chugged down a bottle of [Full Rejuvenation Potion].

He won't let these three people die easily.

He was going to let them know how bad of a decision trapping and killing Krasic was by showing them the consequences.

Fei was a madman!